My Ruby Redfort One-shots

If it's so bad then why does it feels so good

Just so you know, the song fits the story, and I'm slightly sorry I created this nearly four thousand worded madness. However, on with the story. 

Now, there is this little known fact about Ruby. No one knows it; well, reasonably no one. Especially in her line of work; it would be the perfect way for someone to kill her if they knew. Poison flowers would have nothing on poisoned food or a drink if a 'caring' coworker were to drop it by because she was feeling well, or just wanted to show their appreciation.

She didn't tell anyone earlier because she was embarrassed by it. I mean, it's such a generic and awful little secret; so plain and boring, everything Ruby isn't.

Of course, Clancy knew. He knew basically everything. Though, he didn't know because Ruby told him. No, she had to be stubborn, and at one of his father's ambassador events, she eat some food, and then nearly dropped dead. He didn't find out she was allergic to peanut butter, not peanuts, just peanut butter, until after the fact. Once he knew, he vowed he would make sure she didn't eat any of it, even if it meant he had to pretend to be the one with the allergy so he would know and could tell her not to eat it.

Of course, one other knew too. And no, this one other isn't Hitch, though he totally should know. This might have been able to be avoided if he did. No, the one other that knows should be the person who would be the most likely to use it on her. In fact, that's the way he found out.

Ruby's day started off rotten. She woke up late for school, Mrs. Drisco was a pain as always, honestly if she didn't want to deal with Ruby she shouldn't have followed her up to her senior year, and now, to top it all off, she's in a van with her hands tied behind her back, her feet with a tight loop around them, and a very taut rope connecting the two, with a blindfold over her eyes, and on someone's lap so she's can't feel the curves and keep track of where they're going, unless the curves are really sharp.

It doesn't really help that the person who's lap she's sitting on is around her age. It doesn't help that he has his arms around her, and is making her lean back against his chest, as if they're hugging each other.

It really doesn't help that when they kidnapped her, they knocked her out, and now she has a headache. And, it doesn't help that the headache lessens if she hides her head in his chest.

It really, really, doesn't help that he smells really good, and not like boys in her grade. He actually knows how to put on a clonoe so it isn't overpowering, he uses a good brand, not old spice, and he doesn't smell sweat and all sticky.

Oh, and he looks a lot like his dad, just more handsome. You can really see the trace the family tree; Victor Von Leyden, and his son, Roman Heathcliff Von Leyden.

Roman, the newest on the Spectrum watch list. Count did well at hiding his existence; Spectrum didn't know about him until a week ago. And the picture they got of him from the home security system didn't do him justice; he deserved his name if looks were to go by.

Ruby slightly leans forwards as the car lurches to a stop, only to have Roman pull her back onto his chest. Ruby hears scuffling, presumably the people on either side of her getting out of the car, and then feels Roman gently grab her wrist. He leads her out of the car, and down a long hall, with a lot of twists and turns, before finally into a door, and he gently takes off the blindfold, even taking time to untangle her hair that got caught in it.

"I have to go talk to my father now; do not destroy anything in this world. Just sit on the bed, or on the sofa under it, and read or something. Do not destroy my books, do not mess-up the shelf, do not do anything to my room. Do you understand?" Roman lectures, his voice not at all like his father's. It's deep, and not raspy. However, it's very rich and sophisticated.